Why do I have a longing, To live in chastity; Locked inside a metal cage, From which I can't get free. Why surrender my sweet freedom, And live under control; Where pleasing my keyholder, Becomes my only goal. Why seek the brutal power, Of a cage made just for me; Locked on by a lady, With a key I'll never see. Why do I ask the question, The answer's clear to see; No man can fight the power, Once they taste chastity. It's power is seductive, It lures the strongest in; Once the journey's started. It's a fight they cannot win. Seduced by the promise, Of giving up control; How soon they start to realise, That they've reversed their role. By then the game is over, The cage is locked and sealed; And happily we surrender, To living caged and heeled.